WHY WE SHOULDN'T HAVE GAY MARRIAGE

It was a warm and sunny day, the birds were chirping, the trees were singing, and my cat is currently in heat. Mrr. Potato was screaming as if in labor, Mr. Potato was holding his hand and OUT! slowly opens the petals of the pretty potted flower plant and fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffplop! it then farts and what comes out a bashful, batting-lashes dookey, aka Perry Potato. Because this is how potatoes are planted. Trust me.

Growing up, Perry was different from the other Produce. He noticed that when  Brock the Broccoli would be around, all the other vegetables would be having a "hard time." But no, not Perry. Perry was confuzzled, stupidly and extremely confuzzled. Perry was so confuzzled all throughout his life until he finally becomes an adult and that's when everything had changed.

Perry Potato met Penny Pear.

Perry visited his local salad bar and that's when it happened.
And sometimes...... you just find love across the apples, across the bowls, across the salad bar

and thats

when Perry first saw Penny, Perry's life had stopped. all objects, expressions, physics, and matter had slowed down and paused for Perry. Even the earth's rotation had stopped. The only sound that could be heard in the whole world was Perry's breath and the beat of his heart. Perry walked towards Penny in the frozen, still crowd. It was like the freezer produce section at stater's. His eyes, bright and big, looked towards the one he was amazed and in awe of. But with the world doing a favor and stopping all for Perry. time would eventually continue as Perry was finally now in front of his fork on the road.

"I'm Perry. Perry Potato"
"Im Penny Pear."

This was the meeting on front of the golden, large orange where a vegetable and a fruit would hold hands.
Penny and Perry in the next second become the laughing stock of the fruit bar.

"Fruits and vegetables aren't supposed to be together!" screamed out a random fruit.
Then Perry had a flashback to his childhood.

"Dad, why am i different from other veggies? I got beat up at school and called a tomato"
Mrr Potato thought about it while washing the dishes with his apron. The he replied,"Don't you go on being a tomato!"
"A tomato?," the little tater tot wondered.
Mr. Potato came in, "Yea, son, a tomato. You know how we can't tell if it's a fruit of a vegetable?"
"I thought it was both," little Perry was curious.
"Exactly," Mr Potato said while turning on the Food Network and lit up his cigar. "Don't associate yourself with other tomatoes"
"Yes, now now, go play with Ms and Mss's fruit whose about your age. They moved next door yesterday."
And while Perry was walking out the door, his dad kissed his daddy's neck and Mrr. Potato giggling away was the last thing Perry remembered.

"HETERO!" "GET OUT OF HERE HETERO!" "EW, TOMATOES!"
Perry and Penny grip only got stronger.
"YOU DON'T EVEN TASTE GOOD TOGETHER!"
"ew, how do they share plates together?"
"it's not natural, they don't even grow in the same place together."
"UGH! they can't even make meals together, why are they together!"

The whispers and the insults grew. Another flashback occured.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy"
"SHUT UP BOY!" Mss Potato screamed while cooking grass.
"Why are vegetable and fruits or tomatoes hated?"
"Oh mah Paul Deen! Read your cookbook! they can't mix! It's those flamboyant ingredients that makes me have to explain such raunchy things to my son." He sighed deeply shaking his head and palming his face.
"Daddy, calm down!" dad potato tried to ease his hubby. "I'll explain it to Perry"

Mr. Potato kneeled to reach his little tater tot's height.

"Well you see, Perry, in the Cookbook of Paula Deen, Paula Deen says that they should never mix. All they do is disgusting things to each other which is unnatural. Later in your life, you will meet a nice boy, and make little veggies with him, but for now, take your time."
"But what if i don't believe in Paula Deen?" the potato said. Perry then received a beating.

Another flashback came out.
Dishes smashing. "YOUR SON IS A HETERO," Mrr. Potato screamed.
"IT'S YOUR FAULT, YOU AND YOUR DRESSING-HIM-UP FUN"
Perry could only tighten his eyes and cover is ears.
"WHAT? ME? ITS YOUR FAULT FOR FORCING HIM TO PLAY IN FRUIT BASKETBALL IN HIGHSCHOOL WHEN HE DIDN'T WANT TO GO!"
Vases and figurines breaking.
"VEGGIES DON'T GO AFTER FRUITS BECAUSE THEY PLAY IN A SPORT."
then the family's picture frame broke landing on Perry's feet where he look wide eyed at his injured legs.

"They never said anything about love," he whispered quietly to himself and to Penny as a tear rolls from his face. "They never said anything about love"

To Be Human

It has come to my understanding that they describe me as a savage, ironically, I think of the opposite.

I live in a world where all issues are solved with orgasms and forgetfulness. An issue where if someone had died and his beloved were to be struck with grief is well-an issue. First of all, the people were conditioned to believe that someone's death was pointless and certain. Second, they don't know what love is. Third, there is no sadness because of the existence of soma.This world had chosen to sacrifice freedom for stability.

Orgies, orgasms, objectifying, ooh's, ooh's, and more ooh's. Im disgusted by them all.

He, the controller, created the foundations of our society thinking that he had solved our problems. Why not solve disputes by not having disputes at all? Why not eliminate depression by taking away the happiness that was there to begin with? Why not use drugs and constant sex to create this feeling of forged happiness among babies, children, families, then the entire society? Because this isn't what being a human is.

The difference that sets apart humans from animals is that we can create and we can love and we can cry and we make all these problems and we make so many confusing, illogical actions, that for some reason we try to keep together and we have been surviving for thousands of years for this very reason-to live to the fullest. We cling to each other, we disagree with each other, we hate each other, we learn from each other, we want to grow all together. So who are they to call me savage? They are the ones who maintain the characteristics of an animal. They simply strive for pleasure and follow their instincts. With situations such as death and Othello, The Bible, and Shakespeare, they cannot understand the emotion and its complexity.

It is because of he, that my mother does not carry the traits of a mother.
It is because of he, that no one cared for my mother's death.
It is because of he, Lenina lets herself become an object.
It is because of he, I will never see the art in history created to embrace all feelings and emotions and cries. It is because of he, that I don't have a family to laugh and have dinner with
It is because of he, that I can't make love with the actual love.
It is because of he, I have no one to love and create life with and sleep in bed without having sex and just talk to all night and make jokes and feel cared for.

This is the very ecstasy of love.